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so this is what I've been writing lately...
1. Physics For Magic Majors (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Stiles/Derek) for a h/c bingo prompt AND a kink bingo prompt. 4844 words.
2. A Crack in the Sky (and a hand reaching down to me) (Avengers, Steve/Tony) A/B/O for trope bingo. 2495 words. (I already posted this for WIP amnesty, but it fits a square so I'm going for it)
3. Awake and Unafraid (Asleep or Dead) (Teen Wolf/Awake fusion, Stiles-centric) for trope bingo. 1972 words.
4. untitled sex pollen fic (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for trope bingo. written partially with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladycat777 5216 words.
5. Mail Order Stiles (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for Harlequin Big Bang. 2253 words.
6. I Was A Teenage Tentacle Alien (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for Tentacle Big Bang. no wordcount yet, just a plot.
7. untitled xover (Teen Wolf/Killjoys crossover) for Teen Wolf Crossover Big Bang. 1209 words.
So tell me which of these I should concentrate on writing. I'm having some trouble figuring that out.
“I don’t know about you, but … I mean, you’re me. So I guess I do know about you. We’re human; everybody counts us out in a supernatural fight. But we’re vicious when something or someone we love is threatened. All that research, all those seemingly boring facts, they add up. And maybe you haven’t realized it yet, but you’ve built up an arsenal against enemies. If you put your mind to it, if there’s a real need, there’s so much more out there than what Deaton is willing to teach you. So you put our intelligence and knowledge and love and magic all together and you end up with real weapons you can use against anyone who ever wants to hurt us or our pack.” The other Stiles’s voice is scary intense.
2. A Crack in the Sky (and a hand reaching down to me) (Avengers, Steve/Tony) A/B/O for trope bingo. 2495 words. (I already posted this for WIP amnesty, but it fits a square so I'm going for it)
“Don’t ask me how I’m doing,” Tony says. “I’ve heard enough of that over the past few days, and if I hear it again, from you of all people, I’m going to scream.” His voice comes out a lot less even than he thought it would.
Steve shuts his mouth and nods.
Tony scoots closer and rests his head against Steve. Steve doesn’t hesitate to bring his arm up around Tony’s shoulder so that Tony’s face is pressed into his chest. Steve smells like soap and some kind of sporty deodorant, but underneath that are the pheromones of an alpha. He’s warm and safe.
“I’m going to MIT in the fall,” Tony says, rather than saying I’m so fucked up or I’m so glad you’re here.
3. Awake and Unafraid (Asleep or Dead) (Teen Wolf/Awake fusion, Stiles-centric) for trope bingo. 1972 words.
By the time he’s thirteen, he has a whole system. He has a chunky memorial bracelet made of stainless steel with his dad’s name and dates on it. He buys it in a little shop in Portland and the weight of it is instantly comforting. Like here he’s got his Dad with him, too.
The one he buys online one night in Beacon Hills is more slender, almost feminine, a cuff with just Mom’s initials engraved on the inside where Dad can’t see.
He never takes them off. Every time he wakes he looks to one of the bracelets for confirmation of where he is.
4. untitled sex pollen fic (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for trope bingo. written partially with
ladycat777 5216 words."No buts," and that sounds so much more like Derek. "Stop arguing. Letting this get worse because you aren't sure of what you're doing is stupid. You aren't stupid, Stiles."
It's the nicest thing Derek's ever said to him.
And it makes tears burn in his eyes. "That isn't the same as- as what I was- I know what I want to do. I can see it- " taste it, smell it, an infinite porn loop behind his eyes and crap, his hands are a lot lower than his stomach now, " -and you don't get to martyr yourself into being- being my- "
A thud and suddenly Derek is on his knees.
5. Mail Order Stiles (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for Harlequin Big Bang. 2253 words.
“No one wants to take him in. He’s too small to work and he’s mute,” Deaton said. “Folk say he’s too much trouble.”
“Can he hear?” Derek asked, looking closer at the young boy. He was cute with a flop of dark brown hair and big brown eyes.
“Clear as a bell,” the doctor answered. “But he was with his ma when she died, and that was a bit of an experience for him. I think he’ll talk again eventually. He just needs love and patience.”
“He’s how old?” Derek asked. He reached out and touched the boy’s hair. It was as soft as it looked. The toddler gave him a hesitant smile and Derek felt a pull.
“Three years,” Deaton said, handing the child over to Derek. “His name is Scott.”
Derek took Scott into his arms and the two continued to stare at each other. “All the others have been older. I don’t know if I can-”
“You’ll do just fine,” Deaton said with a smile. “Let me get his things; they’re in the wagon.”
Derek sighed and pet the boy’s head. “Looks like you’re mine now. I’ll try not to mess you up too bad, kid.”
6. I Was A Teenage Tentacle Alien (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek) for Tentacle Big Bang. no wordcount yet, just a plot.
Stiles and his father are shapeshifting aliens who crash landed on earth (with Mom) ten years ago. They set up a distress beacon that was never answered. Now, a wandering space explorer from their home planet hears the beacon and investigates, right as Stiles and Derek are beginning to find their footing with each other.
7. untitled xover (Teen Wolf/Killjoys crossover) for Teen Wolf Crossover Big Bang. 1209 words.
He’s shivering an hour later when he sees headlights on the horizon. They’re coming closer, and shit, Stiles doesn’t even own a knife, let alone a gun. He has nothing but his mouth to get him out of trouble, and it was his mouth that got him into the Zones in the first place.
The car — a shiny yellow Camaro that’s seen better days, a wolf’s head painted in blue on the hood — pulls up and Stiles runs a hand over his short, sweaty hair. He’s shaking still, not just cold but shaking from withdrawal. He puts his hands on the wheel so the approaching figure won’t take him for a threat.
So tell me which of these I should concentrate on writing. I'm having some trouble figuring that out.
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I'm so excited about both of them!
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Also, HI! It's so good to see you! (I'd see you more if I'd read at LJ, but oh well)
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You pretty much had me at the sound of Derek falling to his knees in front of Stiles, to be honest. Guh.
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